Fudging the Recipe 3/3
anonymous
October 11 2009, 05:05:29 UTC
"Ah, not so much milk, just add more cream, it will be better."
"Yessir!" Italy saluted, getting batter on his forehead and in his hair as he went. Germany ignored it this time, and continued stirring until the mixture was thick and dark.
"Are we done?" Italy asked him, finally. Germany nodded, and Italy dipped his finger into the batter and popped it in his mouth. "We did it!" he said, eyes widening. "It's really good!"
"Is that right?" asked Germany, and before he could say unhygienic, Italy put the finger he'd just licked right back into the batter, swirled it around, and then held it out.
"Try it, try it!" Germany knew he was blushing, because he always blushed at times like these. But he took Italy's hand and licked the sweet batter off his finger. When he pulled away, Italy was smiling softly up at him, cheeks flushed with happiness. "Well, what's the verdict?"
He smiled back. "Mmm. We did it."
Italy clapped his hands. "Hooray! And now I can make it, too! Let's bake it!"
"No." Germany opened one of his drawers and found a few tubes of icing in various colors, which he handed to Italy. "You need to decorate it first."
"Of course! How could I forget?" Italy took the tube and got to work on the cake. Germany took the opportunity to start scrubbing at one of the precarious piles of soaking pans, until Italy tugged on his sleeve. "Do you have any blue?" He put down the pot and wiped off his soaking hands on a dish towel, and glanced over at the cake. He'd meant for Italy to make some sort of pretty pattern, but instead he appeared to be doing an extremely impressive Black Forest landscape in icing.
"Oh, of course," he said, quickly finding him some blue food coloring to mix with the white icing so he could finish. The dishes were cast aside while Germany watched Italy put the finishing touches on it.
"There. All done! Now can we bake it?" Germany opened the oven door as an answer, and Italy placed the pot inside. Germany closed the door behind him and set the oven timer to an hour.
He turned and smiled again at Italy, only to see that he was wringing his hands and looking nervous. "What's wrong?" Germany asked, concerned.
"Um...does this mean I have to clean up now?" he asked, twisting his apron between his hands.
Germany glanced up, and took in the kitchen, still covered with dirty pots and pans that were at least mostly in the sink, spilled milk and flour and eggs and batter all over the floors and the counter, chocolate handprints now on several cabinets, all in all the kind of mess guaranteed to reduce him to a fit of rage. He wondered exactly where in the process they'd started making even more of a mess than Italy had made on his own.
He laughed, circled his arms around Italy's waist, kissed the chocolate off his temple. "Mm. Why don't we leave that for later?" And Italy's smile as he gazed at him told him what he already knew, that the offer was as good as a 'You can conveniently disappear later so I'll just do it all myself.' He didn't really care. There wasn't chocolate on Italy's lips, but Germany kissed them anyway. In his arms Italy was warm and just a little sticky, and he smelled like cake. And his smile was a mirror of the love that surely Germany displayed in his own expression. "I can think of nicer things to do."
Re: Fudging the Recipe 3/3
anonymous
October 12 2009, 04:38:24 UTC
That.
Was.
ADORABLE!
It was just simply amazing! I love it so much...Italy covered in chocolate batter, all dressed up as a baker...that's such a cute image. No one could get mad at a face like that, not even Germany! ^^
"Ah, not so much milk, just add more cream, it will be better."
"Yessir!" Italy saluted, getting batter on his forehead and in his hair as he went. Germany ignored it this time, and continued stirring until the mixture was thick and dark.
"Are we done?" Italy asked him, finally. Germany nodded, and Italy dipped his finger into the batter and popped it in his mouth. "We did it!" he said, eyes widening. "It's really good!"
"Is that right?" asked Germany, and before he could say unhygienic, Italy put the finger he'd just licked right back into the batter, swirled it around, and then held it out.
"Try it, try it!" Germany knew he was blushing, because he always blushed at times like these. But he took Italy's hand and licked the sweet batter off his finger. When he pulled away, Italy was smiling softly up at him, cheeks flushed with happiness. "Well, what's the verdict?"
He smiled back. "Mmm. We did it."
Italy clapped his hands. "Hooray! And now I can make it, too! Let's bake it!"
"No." Germany opened one of his drawers and found a few tubes of icing in various colors, which he handed to Italy. "You need to decorate it first."
"Of course! How could I forget?" Italy took the tube and got to work on the cake. Germany took the opportunity to start scrubbing at one of the precarious piles of soaking pans, until Italy tugged on his sleeve. "Do you have any blue?" He put down the pot and wiped off his soaking hands on a dish towel, and glanced over at the cake. He'd meant for Italy to make some sort of pretty pattern, but instead he appeared to be doing an extremely impressive Black Forest landscape in icing.
"Oh, of course," he said, quickly finding him some blue food coloring to mix with the white icing so he could finish. The dishes were cast aside while Germany watched Italy put the finishing touches on it.
"There. All done! Now can we bake it?" Germany opened the oven door as an answer, and Italy placed the pot inside. Germany closed the door behind him and set the oven timer to an hour.
He turned and smiled again at Italy, only to see that he was wringing his hands and looking nervous. "What's wrong?" Germany asked, concerned.
"Um...does this mean I have to clean up now?" he asked, twisting his apron between his hands.
Germany glanced up, and took in the kitchen, still covered with dirty pots and pans that were at least mostly in the sink, spilled milk and flour and eggs and batter all over the floors and the counter, chocolate handprints now on several cabinets, all in all the kind of mess guaranteed to reduce him to a fit of rage. He wondered exactly where in the process they'd started making even more of a mess than Italy had made on his own.
He laughed, circled his arms around Italy's waist, kissed the chocolate off his temple. "Mm. Why don't we leave that for later?" And Italy's smile as he gazed at him told him what he already knew, that the offer was as good as a 'You can conveniently disappear later so I'll just do it all myself.' He didn't really care. There wasn't chocolate on Italy's lips, but Germany kissed them anyway. In his arms Italy was warm and just a little sticky, and he smelled like cake. And his smile was a mirror of the love that surely Germany displayed in his own expression. "I can think of nicer things to do."
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Good work, WriterAnon!
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Was.
ADORABLE!
It was just simply amazing! I love it so much...Italy covered in chocolate batter, all dressed up as a baker...that's such a cute image. No one could get mad at a face like that, not even Germany! ^^
Much love for you, Writer!Anon. So much love.
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AND I FUCKING LOVE GERMAN CHOCOLATE CAKE.
This is just awesome, no joke.
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I love love looove especially how you described the baking scene... so detailed! :D And the description of the kitchen... Awesome XD!
Oh! And more love for writing this so quickly! Ahhhh, I'm so happy :)!
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